Three Visionaries by Khurshid Alam
Three boys crossed the road
hand-in-hand swiftly in a matter of seconds
from the School for the Blind to the Times bus stop
as if there were no cars on the road zipping past
while I had to wait to pass for more than ten minutes.
Soon my face lost smile and turned sour
under the heat that I felt in the head and on the back
in the July heat of Ahmedabad
The boys were cool as if they did not bother
who stood by them. They talked in much glee
How they answered well in the class tests
How their teachers appreciated them that day
One got distinction, the second scored scholarship
the third aspired to go abroad soon for higher studies.
They laughed how they enjoyed the 2010 soccer matches
How Germany won and fell under the hypnotism
of Paul the eight-legged octopus the neo-Nostradamus
And they planned how they have to catch
the FIFA World Cup final on July 12.
They too wanted the prophesied Spain to win.